What flavour of

Thought am I

To you

Copper and sanguine

Sweet and intoxicating

Those points

Where the promise of my

Fingers reduces you

To prayer

As i bloom

In your imagination

The rough reality of me

Falls before nothing

No one

Call my name

Taste my own thoughts





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